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1259–1278] . Stubborn heart, ere yet again

Wakes the fierce rebound of pain,

While the evil holds aloof,

Thou, with bit of diamond proof,

Curb thy cry, with forced will

Seeming to do gladly still!

. Lift him, men, and hate not me

For the evil deeds ye see,

Since the Heavens’ relentless sway

Recks not of the righteous way.

He who gave life and doth claim

From his seed a Father’s name

Can behold this hour of blame.

Though the future none can tell,

Yet the present is not well:

Sore for him who bears the blow,

Sad for us who feel his woe,

Shameful to the Gods, we trow.

. Maidens from the palace-hall,

Come ye forth, too, at our call!

Mighty deaths beyond belief,

Many an unknown form of grief,

Ye have seen to-day; and nought

But the power of Zeus hath wrought.